Holt's Holding (Part One) - By A Dagmara Page 0,12

I understood Sam’s earlier display.

Tall dark and deliciously handsome.

His eyes were breath taking. The most aqua blue I had ever seen.

Shit my knees felt a bit weak. I was tall, but he towered over my 5’8”. Even in my 4-inch heel.

He smiled at me. Wow and what a smile that was.

“Where are my manors? Here, I know your name and yet I suppose you know not mine.” He pulled his hand out of his pocket and extended to me.

Like a nervous ass, I pulled mine out slowly.my breath hitched…it was the oddest experience…in part that I didn’t want to put my hand in his…he intimidated me and not for the obvious reasons.

I stared into his eyes.

“Sebastian” he took my hand slowly and tenderly. “Sebastian Vaihn”

“Lillian Holt…But you knew that already. It was you in the basement.” My response was low and cautious.

“Yes it was, and of course,” his grin, was one of a satisfied man. “I did know your name prior. I like to know everyone whom works for me.” He held my hand now tighter, maintaining eye contact. Oh, fuck me! Sebastian from the basement, shit! I’ve been fantasizing about my boss. I needed to pull myself together. My eyes slowly lowered down the length of him. In a heated frustration I found myself landing to his waist biting my lip hard. Fuck, I raised my eyes quickly as he clearly didn’t hide the fact that he knew where my mind and eyes just went.

Finding my voice, suddenly I felt irritated with his arrogance, or perhaps it was that damn grin on his face. “I suppose that would be a rare thing for one whom acquires many companies.”

“You are familiar with all my holdings?” He raised an eyebrow.

“No, I apologize for my ignorance, but I do not. I’ve only heard rumors. Please forgive me but I wasn’t even aware that your company had purchased this firm.” Looking away from him, for a moment my mind added, nor do I fucking care.

Still holding my hand in his he looked down to our hands then slowly back to my eyes…“I accept the apology Lillian, however since you’ve already left it as an open gesture I suppose you don’t need to. Not many knew of our acquisition.”

Cocking my head to the side, I pursed my lips only to bite down on my lower.

“I suppose that was the point was it not?” Two words rang clear, “hostile takeover”.

I could tell his eyes, fixed to my lips; interesting.

“You are correct. It was the point.” His eyes still locked at my lips.

My phone, rung with an alert of a text message. Frozen as he still held my hand; I wasn’t sure what was going thru his mind.

Hesitantly, he let my hand go.

Trying to regain a bit of my composure, I reached into my bag for my cell phone.

Looking down it was from Sam.

Sam: “Left yet?”

ME: “In elevator, leaving now.” I replied

Sam: “Good, I need tequila.”

ME: “LoL…ditto”

Sam: “Actually, I need sex, but Tequila will do the trick with some double A’s LOL” she responded

ME: “I’m with U there!”

I hit send and turned the screen off. I had the sense he had been looking at my phone.

I looked up at him as the elevator doors opened.

The grin on his face was telling. He read my messages. He even possibly looked intrigued. The experience in the basement seemed to flash before me, again. Finding some sense of power in that knowledge and remembering that I wasn’t the only one aroused, I found myself inwardly laughing.

“It was a pleasure meeting you Mr. Vaihn.” I smiled.

He gestured his hand allowing me to walk out ahead of him, yet his strides had him to my side. Sebastian place a hand on my back freezing me in place, as he stepped to the front of me and leaned down.

“Lillian, Call me Sebastian, please, and I do hope that you and Tequila have an enjoyable evening Lillian” His smile was dangerous, and his eyes luring me to somewhere I was sure I didn’t want to go. His breath on my skin had me closing my eyes briefly to reign in this crazy effect that he had. Swallowing hard, I didn’t know how to respond. I was caught up in his scent and his heated breath on my neck. I could swear my heart skipped a beat.

I certainly now needed a generous dose of tequila. I needed to remind myself this was now my head boss. This translated to one thing, Off Limits.

He moved